Good Morning Cage (Ft. El-P)

[Verse 1: Cage]
Homeless cardboard cribs, cops shoot civilians
Vendors, rap stars, wall street billions
Donald Trump, shotgun pumps, illegal store fronts
Dollar fifty dutches, AF1's and dunks
Skyscrapes, planes hit 'em, army in the subway
High risk orange alert everyday
My clique is a clip that spits in Glock land
Walk like I'm from the hood, hair like an indie rock band
Throw fits then pitch from hammers, blow lungs up
Before Onyx was telling me, was throwin' them guns up
My style was sick and homeless freezing and stuck
'Til Def Jux stuffed them G's in the cup
Now it's the season of "full of shit," piss in the morning flicker
Lights in your head and earn my explicit warning stickers
NY on the fitted shines from the brain inside
So I don't need a Yankee on for a New York frame of mind

[Hook: El-P]
I'm trained in the dirt, I strain to be heard
The fame of the words alive in my city
Stray from the herd, I say what I learned
Painfully burned alive in my city
Aim for the dirt, claiming the earth, danger alert
Alive in my city
Go insane or berserk, I remain when they murk
Claim a grain of the worth in my city